corrupt every one imate, and t it is quite sufficient for you to enter a o folloer. I dont kno.  it is said of you. I am told t it seems impossible to doubt. Lord Gloucester est friends at Oxford. ter t ten to  Mentone. Your name ed in t terrible confession I ever read. I told  it  I kne you , I so see your soul.quot;

    quot;to see my soul!quot; muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from turning almost we from fear.

    quot;Yes,quot; anso see your soul. But only God can do t.quot;

    A bitter laug;You s yourself, to-nig; able. quot;Come: it is your o it? You can tell t it afterer for it. I knoter te about it so tediously. Come, I tell you. You tered enoug corruption. Noo face.quot;

    ttered. amped  upon t manner.  a terrible joy at t t some one else o s, and t ted trait t o be burdened for t of  he had done.

    quot;Yes,quot; inued, coming closer to eadfastly into ern eyes, quot;I s you fancy only God can see.quot;

    arted back. quot;t; ;You must not say t. t mean anyt;

    quot;You t; he laughed again.

    quot;I knoo you to-nig for your good. You kno;

    quot;Dont touc you o say.quot;

    A ted flas across ters face. , and a y came over er all, o tit   raigo tood t tlike ashrobbing cores of flame.

    quot;I am ing, Basil,quot; said the young man in a hard clear voice.

    urned round. quot; I o say is t; ;You must give me some anso t are made against you. If you tell me t tely untrue from beginning to end, I s you see  tell me t yo